I hated myself for agreeing to it but I was scared of what he’d do to me if I refused. He didn’t look the kind of man to be messed with. As I slipped out of my clothes a wrenching occured in my heart. Cut off, this final step was going to seperate me from those I loved forever, but there was nothing to do, other than live through it.

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That night I cried myself to sleep.

Mr. Black took me to the most notorious part of the Amsterdam Red Light District. He told the guard to escort me to a dorm with girls my own age. “Tomorrow you start earning” he’d said.

I lay staring at the grey ceiling in my hospital style bed. No money wasted it seemed.